By Grace Mejias
A Dead sensation flows within
The breezy winds begin to dim
I witness the ubiquitous trend of bathing suits coming to an end
Through the breeze, trees, and weary sunkissed seas
I begin to miss the resist of cold-coded soft-serve
Vanilla, Chocolate, … strawberry ma’am?
Seemingly, summer slips through the seams, an appendage by appendage becomes lighter
Grandma’s sundress never looked so somber
Those honeybees, the shiny ones on mom’s hat
Begin to not bother, no return
Shimmery shadows on the pavement suddenly blurred
Hanging with friends suddenly feels like a law, like a chore…
The frivolity fever follows as my fears strengthen
The waves no longer hit the shore with a crash, kaleidoscopic used to see the memories
Summer’s leftovers solemnly come to an end…
Our beach towel pattern ostentatiously showed stripes like tigers…